James and I went to street market this evening. I stopped James from walking into the path of a lady taking a picture of the food at the Capriciossa booth. When she was finished she apologized. I told her don't worry about it, I do the same thing. Then I took out my camera and snapped the following set.
I didn't like this lasagna until I tried it while I was pregnant. Mmm, mmm, good!
This sashimi was very sassy. Sassy sashimi.
BBQ sticks? They got corn, chicken, pork, chicken wings, turkey tails, hot dogs, pig ears. Take your pick - they're BBQ sticks!
If you're ever craving squid the size of a pork tenderloin.... head to the street market.
Vel came walking with me again today. So I took some pictures of things that caught my eye.
A Boquet of Fire.
A row of trees. Another row of trees. These trees catch my eye everyday. But it's usually the shadow that they cast on the sidewalk that draws me to them. I'll try to get a better picture of that next week.
Up in the sky. Vel said that she gets a little scared when she sees helicopters. I don't see them very often out here. But it was a fairly regular sight over the 10 freeway when I was in college (57, 58, 20-23 were the dorms, notice the 10 just above them).
Maybe making it to the tank and back in 40 minutes really isn't that big of a deal. Have I been calculating my time wrong....what's the matter with me?? Seriously, I did graduate from college - I have a piece of paper that says I did. Lau and Vel came walking with me today. We walked at about half the speed that I usually walk alone. Yet, we made it to the tank and back in 40 minutes. Did we just enter the twilight zone?
Since I walked so much slower than normal, I had time to really take in the scenery and enjoy the transition from the pavement to the sand and back, the way the light hit the bright green leaves on this one shrub, the little fish jumping out of the water, etc. I took some pics of the things that caught my eye...but they were all crap so I deleted them.
Here's what I call the Oleai Blues:
Two guys fishing. There's always at least one guy fishing while I'm walking.
Before we started walking Vel and Lau finished their cigarettes. I teased them a little about it. So when we saw this guy Vel said, "see look at that guy, he's smoking and walking - and look, he's got a beer in the other hand." I said, "it's a Root Beer." But she clarfied things for me and explained that "it's still BEER."
When the girls got in front of me I tried to take a pic of both of them. One of them asked me if I took a pic of her butt. I said no, but that I would, and then I'd post it on the internet. So here it is (we'll see if she ever finds it though):
(I just need to vent - I'm having a tough time letting go.)
I'm through with you, Company X. I'm not trying to force you to think I'm right. If I'm wrong, I'll admit it and I'll accept it. But I first need to understand why I'm wrong. And if you can't provide me with a logical explaination as to why I'm wrong....well....I just can't accept it.
Thank you for the offer, I really do appreciate it, it's much more than I expected; but I can't deal with you anymore. James and my mom will have to do it.
Someone recently congratulated me on looking like I'd lost a little weight...and then proceeded to scoff as I explained that in 40 minutes I walk (walk, mind you, not run) from Oleai Beach Bar to the tank just past Quarter Master and back.
How can someone who is out of shape and literally twice my size act like they can do better? I wanted to say, "you go try it and tell me how far you get." Well, there was more that I wanted to say, but I had to let go of that urge.
But you know what? No matter how far this person would go, even if it was only down to Joeten Motors and back, I would only give words of encouragement.
I'm not making a HUGE effort to shed the pounds, but I'm making an effort...and I'm quite pleased with my effort. Walks at least twice a week and hula on the weekends, and randomly throw in the occasional McDonald's Yoga DVD. It's way more than what I was doing before - nothing.
"How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye?" ~Matthew 7:4
We ran out of the Korean Maxwell House instant coffee (the only instant coffee I'll drink and the only hot coffee I'll drink that's sweet) so I attempted to turn my mom's freshly brewed Seattle's Best coffee (yuck) into sweetened iced coffee to take to work - it was GROSS!
But it's OK, see, because I stopped at Winchell's and picked up a cold cappuccino, it's not the greatest, but it's better than the junk I made. And the nice lady who helped me charged me at the special coffee and donut combo price of $1.99, whereas my drink alone would have cost $2.00. What a nice lady.
And I hadn't yet put on my makeup - just goes to show that people can be nice to you even if you aren't wearing makeup.
I went walking in these shoes. I think my sister bought them for me. They've been all over the island. They've been stuck in mud, drenched by rain, attacked by sticker burrs. These are my shoes.
James trained with a friend.
(James just blew my mind. He just taught me that if I resize my pics they take less storage space....then they upload faster. I'm not a nerd, but I know a little bit of computer geeky stuff, I mean, that's why I was hired for my current job in the first place - to teach adult computer classes....but I can't believe I never thought of this resizing thing before. Well, that's why his degree is in CIS and mine isn't.)
When I discovered the sequence of the notes on my bass guitar and understood how they repeat along the fretboard, I typed up a table showing the notes and highlighted certain patterns. I titled this document "The Most Amazing Thing". But after gazing at my beautiful daughter this evening, I changed my mind, she is the The Most Amazing Thing.
I guess this is a nice picture. It looks like it's black and white, huh? Well it's not. Anyway, the reason why I took this picture was to get away from some kid on my afternoon walk the other day. I got out of the car and stepped onto the path about three paces behind some teenager in karate pants and a white t-shirt. I sped up to pass him - he sped up. So I slowed down - he slowed down. So I sped up - you get the idea. So I stopped at a little lookout place along the path and took this picture of a guy fishing. By the time I put my camera away, the kid in the karate pants was no longer a problem.
From the moment Katelyn Rebecca was born everyone joked around that we definately know that James is her father. My mom calls them twins.
She might look more like James, but she sure acts a lot like me....
Katelyn loves to dance. She's a fancy dancer. Katelyn doesn't dance like most babies, no, Katelyn moves her shoulders up and down like a see-saw, she moves her butt to the music, and she bends her knees and moves her head. She uses her hands to hula and she'll even ami sometimes. Katelyn dances when she's happy, she dances if you feed her something good, and she dances if she hears music in a commercial.
She curls in her lips.
She curls her toes into her sandals.
She loves to eat whatever mommy and daddy are eating and she prefers the water in my glass over the water in her cup. (The food on my mom's plate has always tasted better than the food on my own. And in more recent years, whatever James orders in restaurants is always better than what I order.)
Katelyn is very ticklish.
She likes ice cream.
She loves to susu. (I was breastfed until a week before I turned 3.)
Thanks for your number. While I'm happy to have received a comment, I decided not to publish it. You know, I don't want to be to blame for any prank calls you might receive as a result of posting your cell on my blog. ;o) Thanks so much - I'll give you a call you tomorrow!
Elizabethtown. Cute movie. Felt a little long...but it was good. Not sure why I wasn't hearing good things about it - I mean, there was a lot of hype before it opened, then afterward, if I recall correctly, many people didn't like it. Whatever, they're wrong. It was good.
Today's bad news bummed us out, but we know that God has something better in store....so there really is nothing to worry about. But looking back on today....I guess it gave me a good excuse to eat.
After lunch I had a really good Mango (thanks Maverick!) - don't know the name of the type of mango, salt (thanks Vel!), a box of crappy cookies that I bought at the gas station (yes, I ate the whole box), and a diet coke. I had too many pork chops for dinner and I contemplated ice cream for dessert - but we didn't have any. I also considered making mango smoothies for everyone ( I am the smoothie queen), but we had lighting problems that I had to take care of so the smoothies never materialized. I fell asleep with Katelyn during our nightly song and dance that we do in order to get her to bed, otherwise, I'm pretty sure I'd have consumed more food. I'm awake now....there's no chocolate around.....so I'll probably go to sleep in a few minutes.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. ~Romans 8:28
The Weatherman. Eh, whatever. A pretty forgettable film.
Cassanova. I liked it.
Rent. Couldn't get through it. A month or so ago I asked the video store clerk if Brokeback Mountain was available. She looked at me and said, "the gay movie?" I chuckled and said, "ha ha, yeah, the gay movie." Brokeback Mountain might be gay because it's about gay people....but I liked it alot. Now Rent, Rent is gay.
I've got a lot of things in progress, but the project I'm most excited about is Katelyn's blanket. It's the first blanket that I'm knitting. All the rest I've made were crochet. (Why is this underlined??)
My sister runs (and owns) Alana'ia Polynesian Music and Dance Productions, better known as Alana'ia. Twelve out of her I-don't-know-how-many musicians and dancers plus one lighting person graduated from high school today. So she was busy making leis to present to each of them at their graduations. Here's one of 'em:
Ok wait. First, I've never been this fat and second, I've never carried extra weight for this long a time period. So I started walking after work twice a week while James trains at a friend's house - yes, I would rather be doing hula, but whatever, this will work.
Here's a shot I took on Thursday as I headed north. And here's a shot on my return as I headed south. Even though I grew up here....I'm still amazed at the beauty of the place.
(Breastfeeding mothers - don't believe the hype! Breastfeeding will not make you lose weight, you actually have to make an effort. Katelyn is nearly 13 months old and I've only lost 10 of the 65 lbs I gained during pregnangcy - don't lecture me. I figure it's time to make an effort.)
That was some stupid game some RA's (resident advisors) played one time when I was living in the dorms. It's so stupid because everyone living in that dorm that year was basically born in 1980 or later and they all thought the game was sooooo cooool and they were aaaaall children of the 80's. Oh, be quiet! I was born toward the end of '81. I remember some stuff, but come on, I turned 5 at the end of '86...so for most of '87 I was 5 years old....for most of '89 I was only 7....I really don't consider myself a child of the 80's.
Anyway, back to the point....(keep in mind, James is nearly 13 years older than me)
This morning James flipped up the collar on his shirt and said that's the way it was done in the '80's. I looked at him and laughed and said, "yeah, that's how you used to do it, huh." He denied this. So I said, "you permed your hair - you flipped up your collar." He admits to the hair, but he denies the collar.
The other day on during our drive home from work we heard a man on the radio with a southern accent. James turned to me and said, "the only professor I ever had with southern accent was Rogers. And he didn't even have an accent."
After a short pause I turned to him and said, "Same here. Rogers was my only instructor with a southern accent...and he didn't even have an accent."
(James and I met at Cal Poly Pomona in MHR 332 Assessing International Business Environments taught by Percy Rogers. James wanted me to mention that Dr. Rogers always came to class wearing a big old blet buckle and he'd often talk to us about where he bought his belt buckles. )